India: TrappedMature

'Are you going to...' I wasn't sure how to put this.  'Are you going to ... eat me?'

'I'm not sure.  But you should get out soon.  I'm new to this so I don't know how long I can last with you here before I give in.'  The sentence hung in the air.  There was no way for me to escape.  There were no windows and although the shed looked like it was about to collapse from the outside, it was actually pretty stable.

I collapsed into a wreck on the cold floor.  What was I going to do?  I was going to die the same forest as a girl who had gone to my school and there was nothing I could do to stop it. 

My mobile.  I quickly reached into my pocket.  Who do I call?  Not mum, she'd freak if she knew I'd been in the woods again and she'd know I'd been with Leo.  She doesn't like him.  She keeps telling me he's a bad influence but I don't care.  I love him.

Tears fall down my cheeks as I search for Leo's number.  I find it and press dial.

I'm sorry but you have insufficient funds to make this call.

I scream and throw my mobile against the wall.  It was probably broken now which meant that even if I did have enough credit to make a call it wouldn't work.

'I'm sorry.'  The voice came from nowhere again.

'Why are you sorry?  None of this is your fault.  It's me.  I've been so stupid!'  There was nothing I could do to stop the flood of tears that came pouring from my eyes.

'What's your name?'

'I'm India.'

'Hi India, I'm Akuji.'

'Wow your name is way more exotic than mine.'  We laughed nervously.

'You have anyone out there?'

'Just my mum.'  I paused.  'And my boyfriend.  He's called Leo.  Oh God!  I'm never going to see them again am I?'

'It'll be alright.  We'll get out of this.  I promise.'   I was choking up now.  The horrible knot I get in my throat when I cry appeared and I could feel my mascara running down my face.  I must look so attractive right now.  I laughed at my fickleness.  What did it matter what I looked like?

'What do they want with us?'

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